Uh...no...it hurts! On the simple and elegant bed, the little woman was pressed down by the man, moaning in pain. The man smiled evilly, bit her lips domineeringly, and stood up brutally, eating her to pieces There was nothing left! That night, she borrowed the wrong person by mistake, and was eaten and wiped clean. Afterwards, she was dumb and ate coptis, sad and angry but could only pretend that nothing had happened. Pressing her hard, using the most shameless means to force her to become his wife, and all this is just to keep his own reputation and status! She has no money and no power, so she must endure the day in this marriage that only loves but not love, Or - find a way to divorce him! But he still refused to sign after wearing the cuckold. He just pinched her on the bed cruelly and mocked in a cold voice: Ye Wushuang, it was you who designed all this with your own hands. You want to leave when you can’t afford it? You’re dreaming! In the end, she found out that it was fake mother’s serious illness, and it was real to lure her into a set. table dish, but I don’t want to——she is the one who leaked my company’s business secrets... The man led two policemen and ruthlessly accused her, with a sinister light bursting out of his deep eyes. Pop——the steaming hot water in her hand The plate fell, and all the hot soup spilled on her feet. It wasn't the feet that hurt, but the heart. On the dock, she confessed to all the crimes and smiled at him with watery eyes. Her face was blurred in her vision, but it was deeply burned on the tip of her heart. He looked at her expressionlessly, but when she turned around, facing her straight back, his heart ached unbearably... ==== ==One year later——Meet again, outside the prison gate. With a thin and pale face, she smiled faintly at him, and calmly said the first sentence after she was released from prison: Mr. He, let’s get a divorce. His The figure swayed uncontrollably at that moment... [Small Theater] One day, Mr. He wanted to kiss his wife, and a certain woman sneered: The ex-wife is not something you can kiss if you want. Mr. He: Then I must kiss. What? Shameless! Mr. He was silent, and then said in a desperate tone: If you don’t want to kiss your face, just kiss your mouth!  …